Me?

The witching hour,

is when the clock strikes 3.

Up all night,

from insomnia filled dreams

body pumped with loads of caffine

from my morning ride home

in something thats not my dream limosine.

So what do i do

to make up for this pain?

The answer is simple

i scavage my brain!

So when 3 a.m hits

i am to like a train.

By of course insparation

from this mornings game.

I write about almost everything

nothings off limits.

from my 20 word poems

to poems that take 20 minutes

its been a long time

so enough with theses gimmicks

We all know 3 A.M

is the time for conjugal visits.

And thus ends my time here

so sad to see it go

as said before these are conjugal

so don't be filled with woe

My 3 A.M. insparations wrote this

1 hour to slow

But my demon says hi

I think i'll name him bo.

or maybe edward, i like edward.